Psalms

Have you ever heard the sound of trumpets of war?
There was blood in the banks of brown and ruined land
And the nameless sons and brothers of shattered generations
It’ll all come back in pieces, or they won’t come back at all
Can you hear the death bell tolling?
Can you hear the fife and drum?
Can you hear the death bell ringing in the deep?
It was early in the morning of dawn this day spent marched
Their cavalry was thin, but they got artillery
And no one realized this was the start of tribulation
They’ll just go back to sleep in their muddy, stinking beds
Can you hear the death bell tolling?
Can you hear the fife and drum?
Can you hear the death bell ringing in the deep?
There’s a captain and his plan, and a martyr and his faith
They all got their own reasons, and fodder for the brunt
And no one realized this was the start of tribulation
They’ll just go back to sleep in their muddy, stinking beds
Can you hear the death bell tolling?
Can you hear the fife and drum?
Can you hear the death bell ringing in the deep?